The man didn't say anything, just shook his dick dry and zipped up. Turning away, he went to the sink to rinse his hands, but Fred noticed as the guy ...hecked him out in the mirror.Well, I guess I would be a little leery, too, if some dork jumped like he had been goosed, and almost pissed on my foot, Fred thought.The man left after one last glare at him. Fred chuckled in spite of himself as the giggles in his mind changed to unladylike guffaws.It wasn't that funny. And I just pissed beside his. Lastly, she placed the wrist cuffs on my wrists and attached the twotogether behind my back.She took hold of the reins and led me like a pony into the room where herguests were seated; several gasps were heard as she led me around theroom. She stopped in front of one of the women who had not been able tokeep her eyes off me. She stood and softly fondled my breasts until mynipples hardened. She removed the hoops from my nipples and bent down andbegan to lick and suck them; I moaned with. .. Just take it... You know you want it, really... We all want what we need..."She cooed softly as she softly stroked and rubbed and massaged his embiggening cock, yet this was doing nothing to soothe his aches and strains."I'm sorry you can't move. I can't allow you to move during this process,"She apologised, sounding genuine and sincere,"Trust me, I know how much it sucks not being able to move... Not having any say in your fate... Not being able to say 'no'... Trust me, I know..."She. But, the actual garment that wraps around the body is much shorter than a saree, hence the term half-Saree.I still remember vividly that Jaya was wearing a white transparent half Saree that day with a navy blue blouse and petticoat. The blouse must have been stitched when she was younger with a smaller bust line because it barely managed to prevent her boobs from spilling out. She also did not seem to have a bra underneath the blouse. Of course, she did not need anything to hold up her breasts.